Writer Of Secret Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Get out of my room! What other language do you want me to use? Get the fuck out of my room” If you’re one of those lucky people reading this chapter, please and please leave your comments and review so it can attract readers to my book and also kindly share tips with me on how to promote this book. Also, have you checked the CEO’s secret yet, if not kindly do so. Follow me on Instagram: M.asya97 For the support so far, thanks and God bless.

Hello All, Thank you for the love you have given this book. I'm sure you were all wondering if it was discontinued for that I was on a hiatus but that isn't the case. It is truly a difficult feeling when the creative bug hits you at the wrong time and leads you to another rabbit hole. As such I had created not one but two relatively new books which had caused me to neglect this wonderful one. But it will not be for long. I am returning to write Secretly pregnant for the Alpha CEO to ensure that everyone gets to see the end of Alexander and Lily's story for good. I hope you are prepared for what you'll find.

If by any chance the word got out, that he has been helping us, then… “Hey, dude. It’s all good. Where are the others?” I asked referring to the rest of us, “Down there. You just arrived after them.” “Okay, man! I should get down too.” I pointed towards the passage that led to his office. “Sure. I will bring the drinks in a few.” I nodded and turned to the small hallway that led to his office. I entered and walked straight towards his enormous bookshelf and pulled a green, leather-covered book. There was a soft click as the secret lock clicked open and the bookshelf parted into two, revealing a trail of stairs that led to the secret, hidden underground reliquary. As soon as I stepped inside,

She has extremely keen ears and was able to hear my whispers. "You know, I like to read new books. I've recently grown to love Authoress Naughty's books. However, that mysterious writer kept her identity secret from the world. If I had the opportunity, I would like her autograph." When she mentioned the authoress naughty, her face brightened up. I wanted to tell her that an authoress naughty was standing in front of her, but I felt it was not the right time to tell her the truth. I will certainly share the truth with her once I have successfully written my new story about sex addicts.

With the expression of someone who had carried something a long way and had arrived at the right place to put it down. "It is about thirty years," Sena said. "Not Rael. Not your mother. The thirty years themselves. What it was like to be a person living inside a secret that was not entirely mine to tell." She looked at the manuscript on the counter with the expression of someone looking at something they have lived inside for so long that seeing it from the outside still required adjustment. "The first book was about the people I loved. This one is about what it did to me to carry them for thirty years in a village where no one knew what I was carrying." "May I read it?" Mara said.

Lily: "James, I have to tell you something. I can't keep it a secret anymore." James: "What's wrong, Lily? You're scaring me." Lily: "I know we agreed to keep our feelings hidden, but I can't do it anymore. I have feelings for you, James. Strong feelings." James: "Lily, I've been feeling the same way. I just didn't want to complicate things with Sarah." Lily: "I know, and that's why we have to keep this a secret. But I can't keep pretending that nothing has changed between us."

She picked up her scarf and walked out of the house. She decided she would just hide in the car and scare him. It will be fun... With that intention, she walked to the elevator, knowing it would take a few minutes for him to reach downstairs to the parking lot. Aarvi opened his car with the help of an extra key and hid in the back seat. Soon Anshuman reached his car and opened the door of it. He did not notice Aarvi’s presence there. Aarvi was about to scare him when his phone went off as he picked up the call.

But then again, there most have been some importance to the name if the person that wrote the book hid it in secret ancient Greece. That's it, the person that wrote the book! the idea hit me like a train and i turned to my best friend. "Do you know anything about the person that wrote the book? Does it say anything about the author? Anything at all?" "No," she flipped through the pages repeatedly "nothing....oh, wait!" she pulled up a finger and red carefully on a page "George, George Marius." She looked up at me like she just discovered a big secret. I quickly grabbed my computer and googled him. The page came up an showed an old picture of a young man with red hair on slacks and a papa's h

Chapter 2:(Sophia’s POV) I arrived at Sanctuary Books at 9 PM, after closing. The lights were dimmed, the door unlocked. Inside, the owner stood behind the register. Recognition hit us both at once. “You,” I breathed. “You’ve been here.” His eyes widened. “You’re the one who buys Mary Oliver. Who sits in the corner with coffee and writes in that little notebook.” “You’re the Keeper of Secrets.” We stared, weeks of anonymous confessions suddenly embodied.

But this isn't just any book. Just to set the record straight, I'm a man of record. I like to keep track of events and every other happenings around me. I like to control things as much as I can, but I took this zeal to another level when I attempted to control time by keeping track of every event, documenting every ritual, and of course every killing and parks I've wiped out. So that's the story when I said it isn't just a book. It contains my deepest secrets. But how the hell did she get hold of it and who the hell allowed her in there?